It’s July, and everyone is home. The dishwasher seems to be on a permanent cycle. Dirty cups appear in the sitting room faster than I can carry them back to the kitchen, only to mysteriously reappear a few hours later. There are coats slung over the backs of chairs, shoes abandoned in the hall, and creative projects spreading themselves across the kitch…
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On the Petals I didn't sweep up
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